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Sponsored by the Class of 1937
President's Message 7
In Memoriam 9
Miss Pearson 10
Training School Faculty 14
Commencement Program 15
Class Will 18
Junior Class Day 26
Address of Welcome 27
Address to the Underclassmen 28
Address to the Upperclassmen 29
Ave Salve Vale! 30
Ivy Address 31
Ivy Poem 33
Senior Class 34
Junior Class 35
Sophomore Class 33
Freshman Class 37
Beacon Staff 38
Dramatic Club 39
W. A. A. 40
Student Council 41
Glee Club 42
Members of String Ensemble 43
Beacon Beams 44
IN APPRECIATION OF HER PATIENT AND TIRELESS
EFFORTS EXPENDED IN OUR BEHALF.
WE, THE MEMBERS OF THE CLASS OF 1937,
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATE THE COMMENCEMENT ISSUE
OF THE BEACON
TO OUR CLASS ADVISER
MISS ELIZABETH M. JENKINS
GROVER C. BOWMAN
I wish to express my appreciation of the spirit of friendliness and
goodwill with which you greeted me upon my assumption of the office of
president. In so many ways and so often was this spirit shown, that I
almost at once felt that I belonged, and that I could say in all sincerity,
I do not wish to think of our institution as one consisting of a
president, faculty, and students with sharp distinctions, but rather do I
consider it as a cooperative family in which each shares responsibilities
and contributes to the realization of the objectives of the college.
This is a college with noble traditions. Those who preceded me in
my office have set high standards of character and achievement which
shall ever be a challenge to me. The form and expression of ideals
change, the ideals remain ever the same. This college shall, to the limits
of my capacity for leadership, continue to educate and train high grade
teachers for our public schools in an environment and social life that shall
be beautiful, wholesome, and happy.
You, as students, are always the first consideration. This college
exists for you and through you for the State that supports it. To the
degree it serves you, and you serve it, are its purposes realized.
Because we are a small college we can know one another. As pres-
ident, I hope to know you not as a student group but as individuals. In
the fine spirit in which you have greeted me I trust that the barrier of
officialdom may be easily broken down and that each one of you will soon
know me as a personal friend. Of that honor and privilege may I be
Grover C. Bowman
ALBERT GOULD ELDRIDGE
ALBERT GOULD ELDRIDGE
1884 - 1936
The qualities of Mr. Eldridge's character already recounted here are
those by which we in the training school shall always remember him. We
appreciate this special privilege of voicing our special respect and affection.
With all the perplexing details of his responsibilities, with the added
burden of failing health, he always kept within the scope of his thought
and interest the children and the teachers of the training school. It was no
small achievement that due to him the training school personnel felt its
oneness with the Teachers College in purpose and in understanding. We
remember him for the truly human interest which brought him often to
the training classrooms. He rose above the mechanical routine of admini-
stration to sense the child as the heart of education.
We shall remember those occasions of a social sort when the spirit of
fun swept away the restraint of his office and his grand sense of humor
and gift of fun-making gave great joy to those with him. We shall remem-
ber him as a personal adviser whose penetrating understanding was tem-
pered by a true sympathy. We who were here to stand by his side when
the continuance of this institution was in doubt know how truly deeply he
loved the school. We shall above all remember him as a man in the truest
sense of the word. His squareness and trustworthiness find significant
expression in the record of placement of our graduates, a task and accom-
plishment that was his. We remember him for his quiet, firm insistence
on what he felt to be decent and right when the easier way would have
been to compromise with conscience and to court personal popularity.
He must, we may be sure, remain in our memories as a man of courage
almost beyond belief, who day after day gave way by not a fraction of an
inch to the misery that would have broken the will and courage of the
average man. To have known one who faced death calmly, bravely and
with self-control, to have known one who did not know what it was to
spare himself, who drove himself to the duties cheerfully and vigorously
as long as mortal strength endured, to have known Albert Eldridge is to
have been granted a rare privilege and inspiration.
R. F. H.
If any North Adams Normal School graduate, State Teachers' College student,
faculty member, past or present, were asked to give a synonym for art, the answer
would be Miss Pearson; so completely does she express the art life of this college.
Everyone who has learned through her wit and wisdom enjoys more of the
beauty of living; the eye is "led to look at a tall tuft of flowers beside the brook"; each
"drinks the wine the morning spills" and sees the light on yonder hills.
Although Miss Pearson has warm and understanding appreciation of the
Berkshires, she is quite the wanderer to places strange and fanciful. Her eyes of
wonder and hands of skill have given to many the joy of vicarious travel, and now that
"another dream argues the death of an old duty" we wish her great happiness in her
continued search for beauty.
G. L. D.
"A tree that looks to God all day,
And lifts its leafy arms to pray."
These lines by Joyce Kilmer give rise to the debatable question,
"Why do tree branches point up?" Foresters will tell us that the limbs
reach upward towards the sun, spreading to admit the light, to allow the
air to circulate freely, and to stimulate fully the capillary flow of the
necessary fluids manufactured in the little factories called leaves. This
reply is correct but does this material explanation satisfy? Does it
leave with the hearer the same feeling, the same sudden realization of the
greatness of the Heavenly Father that Kilmer's explanation leaves?
His lines give a wonderfully simple and natural answer to the ques-
tion. It is a pleasant thought, that of a tree spending its lifetime in a
gentle, murmuring prayer to the Great Creator, a prayer emphasized by
every sighing wind or careless breeze, by each rude storm which, passing,
leaves the sturdy limbs tempest tossed, still pointing upward, and by
myriads of happy songsters who, nesting in the foliage, send their sweet
chorus to the heavens in a melodious sweep of sound. In sunshine or
storm, by day or night, in summer or winter, spring or fall, the "leafy
arms" are eternally lifted, rendering praise.
These two answers to the problem are both fine. Each contains a
beautiful thought, but one is material; the other, ethereal. One is printed
in science textbooks ; the other is written indelibly in the hearts of many,
small and great. One satisfies the intellect; the other, the soul. One is
taught in the classroom; the other we learn to value highly as we journey
Each explanation is absolutely necessary. Food is needed for both
mind and soul, and food for both is found in the answer to our question.
Without the spirit, of what use are the workings of the mind? Without
the thought behind, of what use the spirit? Without Kilmer's beautiful
idea of the Being behind our being, of what good the wonderful story of
the life He gave? Our little question is answered. The thoughts which
have risen from it have challenged ages of wise and brilliant men.
Rita Mead '37
GROVER C. BOWMAN
Mr. Bowman received his A.B. from Williams in 1906 and his A.M. from Yale in
1912. He has also done graduate work at Columbia.
He began his work in the educational field at a private academy in New York City.
For about five years he was rural supervisor in various towns in Connecticut. He was
superintendent at Fairfield - Westport, Seymour, and Thompsonville, Connecticut. He
was instructor of education at Middlebury College Summer School from 1914 to 1918
and at the Yale Summer School from 1920 to 1924. He came to North Adams as
superintendent in 1922. Mr. Bowman has been a member of the faculty of the Univer-
sity Extension Department for thirteen years.
Instructor in Reading Methods, Children's Literature, Language Methods, Activities
and the Integrated Curricula, Story Telling, Hand Writing, Geography, American
History, and Education for better Human Relations.
Miss Batchelder is a graduate of Bridgewater Normal School. She received her
B.S. in Education from Boston University and an M.A. from Teachers College,
She has attended many summer schools and has taught in several. Being a spe-
cialist in reading and music, she has traveled all over United States lecturing and
demonstrating for Silver Burdett and Co. Miss Batchelder's experience as a teacher
of primary grades was obtained at North Reading, Wakefield, and other Massa-
chusetts towns. She was also primary supervisor at Salem Normal School in charge
of four rooms.
Instructor of Music
Miss Boyden is a graduate of Bridgewater Normal School. She received her B.S.
and A.M. from Boston University. She has had experience as head of Music Depart-
ment, Friends School, Wilmington, Delaware, Director of Girls' and Womens' Activi-
ties at St. Bartholemew Parish House, New York City, acting Dean at the Gorham
Normal School, Maine, Academic head of Junior High at the Knox School, Coopers-
town, New York, and Resident Director of the Students' House, Boston.
Miss Boyden has also had six years of intensive private study in piano, organ,
THOMAS F. CUMMINGS
Instructor in Practical Arts
Mr. Cummings is a graduate of the North Adams Schools and has taken u summer
course at Columbia University. He is Manual Training Supervisor of the North Adams
Schools as well as at the State Teachers College.
GRACE LOUISE DONELSON
Miss Donelson is a graduate of the North Adams Normal School, she has attended
the Breadloaf School of English, and studied under Professor Boas and others. She
has taught at the Mark Hopkins School and at the Tome School for Boys, Maryland.
ROGER F. HOLMES
Director of Practice Teaching
Principal of Mark Hopkins Training School, Insructor in
Educational Psychology, Methods, and Management
Mr. Holmes received his A.B. degree from Wesleyan University, and his Ed.M.
from Boston University.
He has had experience as Teaching Principal in Cummington, Massachusetts, In-
structor in Latin, ancient history and English literature at the Wellesley Hills Junior
High School, and Supervising Principal at Quincy, Massachusetts.
ELIZABETH M. JENKINS
Instructor in Arithmetic Method, Educational Psychology,
Rural Education, and Civic Education.
Miss Jenkins is a graduate of Aroostook State Normal School, received her M.A.
Degree from Columbia, and has had graduate study at Plymouth, New Hampshire Nor-
mal School, Johnson, Vermont Normal School, Columbia University, and Chicago
She has been demonstration teacher and supervisor of primary grades at Aroos-
took State Normal School, Maine principal of State Teachers Training Class, Barre,
Vermont, supervisor of rural Schools in Delaware, and instructor in rural education in
MARY A. PEARSON
Instructor in Art and Handicraft.
Miss Pearson is a graduate of Abbot Academy and the Massachusetts School of
Art. She has had various summer courses at Round Lake, Saratoga, and Glens Falls.
New York, Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, Harvard University, Salem Normal
School, State Teachers College at Amherst, Rhode Island School of Design, New York
School of Fine and Applied Arts, and State Normal School, North Adams.
Her experience includes two years of rural work at Reading, one year in the grade
school of Southbridge. She has been supervisor of art in towns around Boston.
MISS MARY UNDERHILL
Instructor in American and English Literature, Drama, History of Civilization,
and English Composition
Miss Underhill is a graduate of RadclifFe, A.B. and A.M. She received her degree
of Master of Education from Harvard in 1932.
She has taught college preparatory English in private schools in Oregon and Conn-
ecticut. She has been assistant in English at Harvard Summer School, and held in-
structorships in English at the North Carolina College for Women, Wellesley College,
and Bryn Mawr College.
For the four years from 1926 to 1929 she was reader at the College Entrance
WALLACE H. VENABLE
Instructor in Science, Economics. Arithmetic, and Advanced Mathematics.
Mr. Venable received his B.S. from the University of Vermont and his A.M. from
He has taught in rural schools in Shaftsbury and Bennington, Vermont. He was
principal of the high school in Waitsfield and of junior-senior high school in Jefferson-
ville, Vermont, and has served as instructor at the North Adams Summer School.
BETH A. WESTON
Instructor in Hygiene, Child Health, Sanitation, and Theory of Physical Education,
Director of Physical Education
Miss Weston was graduated from the Sargent School of Physical Education, and
received her B.S. and Ed.M. in education from Boston University.
She has had experience in the teaching of physical education in New Brunswick
and Atlantic City, New Jersey, and Brookline and Canton, Massachusetts. She has
taught at Harvard Summer School, Hyannis Summer School, and at various play-
grounds and girls' camps.
MRS. THERZA VAN ETTEN
Matron of T a conic Hall
MISS TERESA FERGUSON
MISS BERTHA ALLYN
TRAINING SCHOOL FACULTY
Fannie A. Bishop, B.S.E.
Alice M. Card
Ethel M. Carpenter
Martha E. Durnin
E. Idella Haskins
Catherine L. Tobin, B.S.E.
Marion H. Ketchum
Loretta J. Loftus
Veronica A. Loftus
Ruth A. Lyman
Helen E. Mallery
Mary A. Nagle
It is to you, the teachers of Mark Hopkins, that we, the seniors, are especially
grateful. You have indeed been of invaluable assistance to us during these past four
years. To each of you, each one of us can truthfully say, "Thou wert my guide,
philosopher, and friend."
Tuesday, June Fifteenth, at Two O'Clock
PROCESSIONAL— Priests' March Mendelssohn
THE OMNIPOTENCE Schubert
PRAYER Reverend Pliny Allen
ADDRESS Reverend Eugene Marshal, D. D.
SUMMER NOON Gaul
A SPIRIT FLOWER Campbell-Li pton-Treherne
CLASS GIFTS Alma Benedetti '37 - Betty Neyland '38
AWARDING OF DEGREES AND PRESENTATION OF DIPLOMAS
Roger L. Pat man
Member of Advisory Board,
Department of Education
God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand
Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave
Do Thou our country save,
By Thy great might!
For her our prayers shall be,
Our father's God, to thee
On Thee we wait!
Be her walls Holiness;
Her rulers, Righteousness;
Her officers be Peace ;
God save the State!
John S. Dwight
THE SOCIAL CALENDAR
September 16 Opening of College
September 18 Freshman Reception
September 25 Recital by Mr. and Mrs. Safford
September 29 W. A. A. Picnic
October 2 Depression Dance
October 6 Fashion Show
October 17 SEVEN CENT FAIR
October 22 Mountain Day
October 23 Sophomore Hop
October 30 Hallowe'en Party
November 2 Lecture by Rev. Closson
November 12 Lecture by Sup't. Bowman
November 23 Illustration of Oil Painting by Mr. Blake
December 11 Scavenger Hunt
December 22 Christmas Party
January 8 Senior Formal
January 12 Tea for Pres. and Mrs. Bowman
January 29 Drama Club Play
January 29-31 Winter Carnival
February 7 Sleigh Ride
February 12 Glee Club Concert
February 19 W. A. A. Dance
March 19 ... St. Patrick's Dance
April 2 Sophomore Relief Dance
April 23 Freshmen Spring Dance
May 11 Lecture by Mr. Fowler
May 11 Play Day
May 17 Cap and Gown Day
May 17 Pres. Bowman's Installation
May 18 Todd Lecture by Father Aherne
May 28 May Festival
June 4 Senior Dinner Dance
June 11 Junior Prom
June 14 Junior Class Day
June 15 Commencement
SENIOR CLASS HISTORY
It moves me now to take this time
To state some facts in prose or rhyme;
In rhyme or prose, it doesn't matter,
It all sums up to female chatter.
As freshmen, on excitement bent,
Our first year passed without event,
Except for work and one romance,
A Christmas party and a dance.
The Twig of Thorn, an Irish play,
With Winnie Smith and Tiny Shea,
Brought us into the famed limelight
And made us noted in one night.
'Twas then the love bug indiscreet
Swept two young soph'mores off their feet.
Mark Hopkins next drew our attention
Results of which I need not mention.
Our junior year caused all to see
That we agreed to disagree
Upon all matters, small and great,
Which are too num'rous to relate.
But our heart interests were the same
In senior year we made our name,
For with our Fair of Seven Cents
The scholarship fund did grow immense.
The New Year brought us Mister B.,
Sometimes we call him Grover C.
His tactics please us to the letter,
His dormitory rules far better.
With happy looks and satisfied,
We donned our caps and gowns with pride,
A happier, wiser class were we
Than when we came in thirty-three.
So may my friends, yes, everyone,
Mark these events as I have done,
So that they may, what e'er befalls,
The history of our class recall.
Rita Mead '37
We, the melancholy seniors, the "forgotten man" of next year, with
joyful sighs and crocodile tears, swear this document to be our last will
and testament. We wish to state that we are acting under no coercion
from the underclassmen, and under no circumstances do we desire this
will to be contested in court.
We hereby name the "fire escape" and the skeleton in the hygiene
room as the executors of this famous masterpiece.
To the school we bequeath the honor and the glory of the class of '37,
and money for a new arena in which the underclassmen can be comfort-
able in any fight they may wish to promote.
To Miss Pearson - a set of new drawing easels for her classroom
which will not become loosened and fall with a loud clatter during a de-
monstration of the correct way to draw goblets, books and flower pots.
To Miss Jenkins - our dearly beloved class advisor, who was al-
ways a silent but effective influence on our stormy class meetings, we
leave the season's crop of vegetables, flowers and novelties to be used at
the next Seven Cent Fair, together with a mechanical clean-up man who
will attend to all replacements about one A. M. the morning after.
To President Bowman - we, the senior class, give the honor and
privilege of publishing our sociological research papers, which we already
consider famous documents. We suggest that the profits be added to the
fund started earlier in the year for new furniture in the dormitory.
To Miss Underhill - we leave a perfect class, if such exists ; one
that does all the suggested readings, attends the right moving pictures,
knows how to sit through 2:15 class on Friday without looking sleepy,
and does not groan aloud when truly collegiate assignments are posted.
This class will also appreciate Miss Underbill's efforts to keep alive that
old college custom known as "mid-years". In case the beneficiary misin-
terprets the above, we would like to state that there is much to be read in
between the lines.
To Mr. Holmes - we leave a large roll of adhesive tape to be used
in silencing the more loquacious members of his junior and senior classes
who are never satisfied with anything, and who keep him up all night re-
arranging training school assignments.
To Miss Batchelder - a new system of ventilation so designed that
windows can be opened at any time without incurring the wrath of the
engineer. This system will also provide fur coats for the more suscep-
tible students who find the temperature of the classroom too frigid for any
thought or concentration.
To Miss Boyden - an electric eye to pick out the guilty individuals
who find chorus period a golden opportunity to finish a letter or to dis-
cuss the clever remarks of the latest male acquaintance who has found
his way into the sacred haunts of Anes'.
To Mr. Venable - a mechanical question box which will automatic-
ally flash forth his pet questions "Why?" and "What do you think about
it?" whenever a bewildered student finds enough courage to ask about the
intricacies of the electric motor or the action of a wet cell.
To Miss Weston - a rabbit's foot to carry in her pocket from hence-
forth and forever more, especially during the skiing season. If this charm
fails to keep that active person on her feet we suggest that some of the
members of the ski club undertake the work.
To Miss Donelson - a petite mannequin and a spacious salon in
which to exhibit her luxurious wardrobe, which is the envy of all the girls
at S. T. C. We feel that she needs some assistance, because she has so many
charming clothes that she does not have the opportunity to wear them all.
To Mr. Cummings - a set of balls and chains which, when fastened
to the legs of members of his class, will help them to resist the temptation
of attending the matinees at the local theatres and keep their minds fast-
ened upon the arts of woodwork.
To Mrs. Van Etten - a dependable, sphinx-like robot who will not
mind waiting until the final stroke of the bell at Mark Hopkins sounds
the hour of eleven, when all good little dorm girls say "good night" and
troop up the steps and into the dimly lighted halls of the dormitory.
Answering telephone calls in the booth will also be a duty of this valuable
To Miss Allyn - the eyes and ears of N. A. S. T. C, - an elevator and
a pair of roller skates, which ought to be of great assistance to her in
carrying out her duties.
To Miss Ferguson - a miniature rubber doll which, when squeezed,
will say "You owe the state some money. When do you think you will be
able to pay?" This doll might be placed in the office, where its operation
would be most effective.
To the training school faculty - a training school that is a reality
and not a mere dream, modelled after the latest trends in modernistic
architecture, made of glass, so that each room will have an equal amount
To the underclassmen - we bequeath a borax ski slide for all future
winter carnivals. All they need to buy is the borax for the front lawn
To the dormitory girls - we willingly leave the big brown house
across from the school to be used as an incinerating playroom with im-
flammable furniture and fixtures. (This is just in case the girls finally
get tired of walking down the hill twice a day.)
To next year's house president - we leave the bulldog tenacity and
the gentle spirit of Helen Stokey.
To Mary Connors - very generously (we think) is left the dignity
and formality at dances that only Winnie Smith could ever possess.
To Louise Long - Rita Mead gives her coloratura soprano voice and
her ability to get high marks without much effort.
To Rita Conway - goes the reserve and art of "minding one's own
business", an accomplishment belonging to only one girl - Ann Berte.
To Marge Bowers - the precious "night cap" owned by Helen Strehle
is very willingly bequeathed. "That's to keep your head from catching
Doris Bourdeau leaves her "sun-tan" prescription to Ruth Dennison
with the hope that she will follow the directions just as carefully as that
particular senior girl did herself.
To Evelyn Rustemeyer - we bequeath the entire class' ability to
"take it" (criticism).
Rowena Pittsinger leaves the whole of her wardrobe to whichever
one of the two girls in the junior class it may fit.
To Janet Jillson - Ruth Card leaves all future "butler" parts, hoping
that Janet will be able to portray them one-tenth as well as Ruth did.
Dot Dupell's duties as chaperon at all dances are tranferred with
pleasure to Betty Neyland.
To Betty Davine and Ginny Belanger - Margaret Stewart very
thoughtfully leaves the long-sought after studio couch in front of Miss
Underbill's room. Please use discretion, girls.
To Bertha Ray - the pride and prejudice of French aristocracy is
left by the regal Irene Gingras.
To Margaret La Fountaine - the Bible and all its quotations is be-
queathed by Marge Nevel. (Be sure to bring it to assemblies on Monday
To Helen Gravelle - Doris Chonard bequeaths a set of twelve popu-
lar records, to be used for "poverty dances" only. In the event that they
are used for any other purpose, Elizabeth Dresbold is given our full con-
sent to break them, in Doris Chonard's backyard.
To Dot Jacob - the knack and the ability to sell anything from a
vegetable to a peanut is left by that very capable salesgirl, Ruth Pomeroy.
To Anne Degnan - Muriel Sherman leaves her booklet entitled,
Ho iv To Be Beautiful Though Thin. It might come in handy, Anne.
To Barbara Goodwin - the sole honor and art of how to preside at
class meetings is very graciously bequeathed by Alma Benedetti.
To Louise Pignatielli - is revealed the secret of how to be healthy
though loquacious, (the one who let the cat out of the bag being no other
than Evelyn Lucy.)
Signed Catherine Shea
Witnesses "The Russian Horse"
-The Greek God"
51+ Bradford Street
North Adams, Mass.
Class President 4
Vice-President of Class 2, 3
Student Council 4
Chairman of Freshman Clas
Art Club 3
Head of Sports 3
Basketball 1, 2. 4
W.A.A. Board of Awards I, 2. 3
Bridgewater Conference 3
Westtield Conference 4
"She is pretty to walk with
And witty to talk with
And pleasant, loo, to think on."
Do you remember Alma as the good-looking furniture mover in
the Christmas play, grinning happily as she worked? Somehow that
was typical of Alma. Whenever there's work to be done, we find her
there. When we need a friend Alma is always willing to listen to our
tale of woe and we find her a sympathetic advisor. She is good to
work with, good to play with, and good to look at. But no one can
tell her so. because, above all. she is modest.
ANNA ELIZABETH BERTE
71+ Perrine Avenue Pittsfield, Massachusetts
Drama Club Play 4 W. A. A. Secretary 3
Drama Club 1, 2, 3. 4 Beacon Staff 2
Class Play 2 Glee Club 2
President of House Council 3
"She smiles and the w rid is hers."
Or if it isn't, she wins and bears it. thereby making life pie
for everyone around her. Friends and acquaintances alike enjoy and
value her sincerity and dependability, and envy her poise. It is by
no means only on the stage (page "Evangeline"] that she reads wise
books, write- cleverly, and wears her clothi s well.
DORIS MARIE BOURDEAl"
116 Third Street Turners Falls, M issachusetts
Drama Club 1, 2, 3 4 Glee Club 1, 2, 3
W, A. A. Vice-President 3 House ( ouncil 3
W. A. A. President 4 Basketball 1. 2, i, I
Westfield Confi rence 4
'Tis but a part wi see, and not a whole.
Underneath Doris' reserve is an unusually friendly nature. Per-
haps she tries to hide her real self, but she ci rtainly doi - not sui i eed.
Watch her hurrying capably about when she is doing committee work'
As for her charm and vivacity on the dance floor. — nothing exi i
but the vividness of her blushes when you tease her. We an ' proud
of Doris' athletic ability. And need we remind sou of her interest in
the manual arts'
Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4
Drama Club 1, 2, 3,
Drama Club Play 1
Be, icon 1
RUTH ALICE CARD
151+0 North Street Pittsfield, Massachusetts
Chairman of Finances 3
4 Basketball I, 2, 3, 4
4 Archery _'
"She'll find a way."
You're here — you're then — yi u're ev< rywhere. A line from a
popular song? No. We're just talking about our pal Ruth when
there's something to be done. In other words -lie'- always right on
deck. We just naturally put Ruthie in the list of scholars. When it
conies to math, and science,- -well, you know the rest.
We hear that Ruth knows a lot about Mexico. In fact we think
she would shine on the subject in a Human Relations class.
E. DORIS CHONARD
31 Veazie Street North Adams, Massachusetts
Student Council 4 Reading Club President 3
Drama Club President 4 Basketball 1. 2, 3, 4
Drama Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Volleyball 1, 2, 3, 4
Drama Club Play 1, 4
"In athletics you excel,
It's hard to find your parallel."
Doris' part in the senior play was perfect for her. You never can
tell about the underlying seriousness of these seemingly sophisticated
people! Doris can fill many roles — in dramatics, in sports, and in
scholarship. We are sure that Doris' good taste will carry her far, for
"art is the keynote of her soul."
DOROTHY AGATHA DUPELL
56 Spring Street W illiamstown , Massachusetts
Glee Club 3, 4
Secretary Glee Club 3
Reading Club 3
Drama Club 4
Basketball 3, 4
"Her voire is like the warbling of a bird
So sofl, so sweet, so delicately clear."
When she joined us, junior year, Dot was indeed an addition to
our class. Hirst, there was her voice. She proved to be a life-saver
for us, for she came just when we most needed musical help. Many of
us remember with gratitude her willingness to make her rumble seat
an imitation of a sardine tin. And who can ever forget her cordial
domesticity at the Drama Club dinner?
IRENE VIRGINIA GINGRAS
9 Leonard Street Blackiuton, Massachusetts
B. S.. Massachusetts State College
Glee Club 4
"Her air, her manners, all who saw admired.
Courteous though coy. and gentle, though retired.
The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed.
And case of heart her every look conveyed."
The poet left out the dimples, though. And shouldn't there be
something about books? Irene, who joined our class in senior year.
was a welcome accession, from every point of view.
EVELYN LOUISE LUCY
15 Nelson Street North Adams, Massachusetts
Class Treasurer 3, 4
Basketball 1. 2. 3. 4
Drama Club 1, 4
Glee Club 1. 2. 3, 4
W. A. A. Executive Board 1
"She is a little maiden with big ideas."
Evelyn has been the self-starter of many of the new ideas and plans
for the class of '37. Even our marvelous singing was due in part to the
"Za-Za-Za" exercise, — a "Lucy idea." We shall never forget Evelyn's
merry laughter, which has brightened up many hours at S. T. C, nor
her infectious smile, nor the innocently solemn demeanour she could
assume when necessary. Many thanks to you. Evelyn, for the hours
spent in figuring out the class accounts! It must have been a compli-
cated task, especially at the time of the Seven Cent Fair.
ELIZABETH RITA MEAD
33 Curtis Terrace Pittsfield, Massachusetts
Student Council 1, 2 Class Day-Ivy Poem i
Editor-in-Cliicf of the Beacon 4 Drama Club 1, 2. 3, 4
Beacon Staff 1 . 2 Class Play 2
Massachusetts Press Conference .? Glee Club 1,2..?
Chairman of Assembly Programs 3 Basketball 1. 2. 4
"From what has happened, we may infer what will happen.*'
From tlie heart of the Berkshires comes Rita — the girl who
struggled 'neath the burning midnight oil to keep the Beacon shining.
During the hours between dawn and dusk, if Rita is not reading a book
— or writing one — she is functioning as informal assistant in the college
library. In spite of collegiate trials, tribulations, and responsibilities,
the social side has not been overlooked in Rita's scheme of things.
Whether she is one of the gang on the dorm's second floor, or the other
member of a party of two, one can always expect good fun from Rita.
MARJORIE NICHOLS NEVEL
976 State Road North Adams, Massachusetts
The C. B.. Gordon College. Boston
"She doelh little kindnesses.
Which most leave undone, >r forget."
The dignity of quiet self-confidence is Marge's most notable chai
acteristic. Her tine sense of humor, sincerity and power of sympathy
have won for her many friends in tin- one yeai thai 3he has bi
member of our class. In the science of x and y. Marge has few equals,
but, seriously, her spirit of industry explains to ,i large degri
ability as a student. We prophesy for Mai sful career, sin-
will be one of those teachers who truly "understands."
ROWENA HARRIET PITTSINGER
Chesterfield, Massach usetts
Vice-President of class 1. 4 Secretarj ol < lass 3
Glee Club Secretary 2 Glee < lub I. 2
Her loveliness, so absoluti the seem
1 nd in In i\,li , omplele; so well to I
Her own, that what she wills to do oi say,
Seems wisest, vit In
Which do you prefer for Rowena this classical quotation, or one
from a contemporary and local so irce: "Cutest thing that's hap] ened
around here in a long time. She looks like somebody's little sister!"?
But you can't judge everything by si/,- 1 Rowena counts heavilj
in our class, as steadfast worker and .is staunch friend. And her eyes
art n't small! How wide they can open with wonder, and how they
can gleam with mischief.
Chesterfield, Massach usetts
"In everything we plan I" do,
She's a good sport through mul through."
Anybody who has been in Ruth's company knows that she i-
ready and willing for anything. Her ability to discuss practically any
phase of geology will make her a favourite with the older pupils where
ever she maj teach. It was worth sitting through the dullest i lass to
hear Ruth, wide-eyed, say to the instructor. "But 1 don't see why!"
We're certain that her pupils will be grateful lor her sense of humor
and her unfailing goodnature.
CATHERINE HELEN SHEA
322 Ashland Street North Adams, Massachusetts
Drama Club 2, 3, 4 Beacon Staff 4
Drama Club Play 4 May Carnival 4
Class Play 2 Class Day Speaker 3
May Queen 4
"Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair."
Although on the stage Tiny is the feminine lead of the senior class,
in school life she is willing to be just one of the cast. But what a
smiling member she is. unperturbed by the minor tragedies, always
ready for comedy, never shirking her part in work. To save trouble,
any list of her virtues, talents, and assets could be shortened by using
the phrase el al .
MURIEL LUCILLE SHERMAN
28 Alden Avenue Pittsfield, Massachusetts
Glee Club 2 Basketball 3. 4
"A pea-l of great price."
Muriel doesn't tell everything she knews. If she did. that would
be saving a lot, because. — well, we were tempted to use that obviously
"And still the wond:r grew
That one small head could carry all she knew."
It isn't just lessons she knows. There isn't much she misses, and if
you should eavesdrop upstairs, at noon, you'd find out that Muriel
can be Ioq lacious. And, by the way. we know why she has her as-
signments always ready. We find that every morning on her ride to
school she studies to the purr-r of Joe's fast car.
WINIFRED K. SMITH
872 Mercer Street Albany, New York
President of Student Council 4
President of Class 1, 2
Secretary of Student Council 3
New York Conference 4
Massachusetts Press Conference 3
House Council 3
W. A. A. Conference 1
Drama Club 1, 2, 3, 4
Drama Club Play 1, 4
Class Play 2
Ivy Oration 3
Beacon Staff 1, 4
Glee Club 2
"A ho v se, a horse, my kingdom for a horse."
Winnie bears equably both the joys and sorrows which are the
inevitable accompaniments of responsibility. She can be serious or
frivolous, as the occasion demands. She can be infectiously amusing
in a Noel Coward play, or becomingly serious as the representative
of the student body at official ceremonies. In private life she is very
"human", as her many friends know.
M^RG/RET HALLIDAY STEWART
2 Church Hill North Adams, Massachusetts
Acadia University, Wolfville, Nova Scotia
Glee Club 4
"In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow
Thou'rl such a touch, testy, pleasant fellow
Hast so much wit, and mirth and spleen about thee.
That there's no living with thee, or without thee."
Whenever the name Einstein is heard on the campus we know that
the would-be mathematician and scientist is about. Her expository
efforts in behalf of the historical points of interest in the Berkshire
Hills will long be remembered by those who heard her. As wise as
she is witty, she lias added much to our class.
HELEN EMILIE STREHLE
10 Park Street
Turners Falls, Massachusetts
Drama Club Secretary 2 Glee Club 1, 2, 3
Basketball 1, 2. 4 Class Treasurer 1, 2
Secretary of House Council 3
"Still waters run deep."
What Helen is thinking about when she is so quiet she will never
tell. But she isn't always quiet. Shall we ever forget the goal- she
made for us in basketball? She was the star forw-rd of the Benedetti
team. And she is a star, one of those "steadfast" ones, as a friend. — a
friend equally ready to exchange serious confidences or to share de-
cidedly unserious jokes.
As for her future, her career is. perhaps, not entirely in her own
HELEN MARIE STOKEY
69 Bellevue Avenue Adams, Massachusetts
Class President 3 Chairman of 7c Fair 4
(lass Secretary 1, 2. 4 (lass Day Welcome 3
Student Council 1, 2 Junior Prom Committee 3
Glee Club 1. 2
"She is kind as she is fair.
For beauty dwells 'i'ilh kindness."
Lo. here is our ambassador of good will! This is the lass who not
only always knew, but did the correct tiling. In work nr play, Helen
was always ready. She was the envy of us all. Sin never had to
worry about whom she was to invite to a dance.
Her great difficulty here has been to maintain her identity at the
office. Imagine mistaking anyone else for Helen. She still smiles on,
whether it be at her "twin" or with her.
Basketball 1,2, 3, 4 Glee Club 1, 2
House Council 3, 4 Art Club 3
"Sweeter than the breath of spring
Is tin- joy a friend i an bi
Who rejoices in our gladness
And gives solace in <>»>• sadness."
When a person needs a friend. Aldina is waiting. With kind yet
truthful frankness she has always been ready to help. There is no
sham or pompousness about Aldina. She has a gift for seeing lifi
it really is without its romanticism, yet she is nut pessimistic nor
cynical. She takes life and people fur what they are truly worth.
Whatever life may do to her it will never overcome her.
JUNIOR CLASS DAY
Thursday, June Eleven, at Two O'Clock
ADDRESS OF WELCOME Helen M. Stokey
ADDRESS TO THE UNDERCLASSMEN Catherine H. Shea
RESPONSE . . . Elizabeth Xeyland, '38
THE DANCE Moszkowski
AVE, SALVE. VALE! Elizabeth Doris Chouard
CLASS SONG Dorothy A. Dupell
Ivy Song Class of 1937
Ivy Address Winifred K. Smith
Planting the Ivy Helen M. Stoke y
Response Elizabeth Xeyland, '38
Poem .... Elizabeth Rita Mead
North Adams for Aye
DANCING ON THE GREEN
STEP SING Taeonic Hall
ADDRESS OF WELCOME
President Eldridge, members of the faculty, parents, and friends :
To this class day, the class of 1937 bids you welcome. The time that
is given to us today for these exercises is much too short to express our
To you, President Eldridge and members of the faculty, we offer
heartfelt gratitude. We entered this college with only a few ideas of
what was meant by teaching. Through your guidance and leadership you
have made us understand that to teach is more than to be present in a
classroom telling children what to do. Now we know that being a teacher
means that we are shaping the characters of the people who will form
the next generation. We are especially grateful to the training school fac-
ulty. The experiences that you have given us are invaluable. All the time
that you have spent with us will be doubly appreciated when we come to
conduct our own classes. In your demonstrations you have set a goal for
us toward which to work. This goal is far ahead of us at present, but we
know there is a possibility of reaching it if we teach with you as our
Towards our parents we feel the deepest thankfulness. You are the
ones who gave us the opportunity to gain the education which this college
offers to the girls of Massachusetts. You started us in the public schools
under the guidance of the teachers of your generation. Many of those
teachers were graduates of this institution. You were so satisfied with
the results of their work that you were willing for us to follow the same
fine vocation. For three years we have been preparing for the teaching
profession. This has meant great sacrifices to you, but we trust that you
will be repaid in the work we do.
To the friends of this college we are greatly indebted, for you were
the ones who saw the necessity of keeping this institution open. It was
you who worked for the cause of education in this part of the state, you
who have ever stood ready to aid us in time of need. Each one of you has
helped us in your own particular way. It is fitting that you should be the
ones who are here today.
We shall be students as long as we live, for to educate is to lead out—
—to guide from the known forward into the greater unknown.
In changing times like these, times of which it might well be said
that they are "times that try men's souls", the future is indeed an un-
known quantity to us. But whatever the developments of this rapidly ad-
vancing age, our children will need to be intelligent and loyal citizens.
Our mission as teachers is to develop their intelligence and enrich their
loyalty. At the reunion of the alumnae of this college, Commissioner
Reardon said, "It is the end, the purpose of the school system of Massa-
chusetts to train its children in a proper knowledge of and a true appre-
ciation for their rights and their duties under the American system." It
is toward this end that the schools of Massachusetts have been working for
the past one hundred years, and it is toward this end that we shall devote
Helen Stokey '37
ADDRESS TO UNDERCLASSMEN
Today I'm not going to tell you about life as a journey, life as a
struggle, or life solemn with standards to maintain and lofty goals to
achieve. I'm going to tell you about life as life. I'll not even pretend
that this is the last time you are to see me. Consequently, if I make any
broad sweeping statements now, next year you can see for yourself if I
Perhaps you are wondering what the topic "life as life" means. It's
really very simple, the aspect of it that I shall discuss today. It just covers
your life up here at college. We all know that college life isn't a simple
one; neither is it so very difficult. We all have our ups and downs, times
when things don't go along so smoothly as we would like to have them.
However, sometimes we make mountains out of molehills, so to speak, and
let little things get the best of us. Remember that it has been said, by
Disraeli, that "Little things affect little minds."
Of course, this doesn't apply to you. Everyone knows what great
minds teachers and students have. You never wail and moan about too
much work to do ; you never grumble and fret about trivial matters. Other
students in other colleges do that, but not you.
You like all your teachers ; that is, to a certain extent. But certain-
ly, you are not like some grammar school and high school children who
think of teachers in the same category as policemen, jailors, or judges.
You think of them as your friends, desiring to help you, to enrich your
lives with knowledges they have acquired and which you as yet have not
had a chance to assimilate.
Your life up here need not be burdened and thwarted by petty argu-
ments and jealousies. You can practice ahead for good citizenship by sup-
porting wholeheartedly your club and class officers. Of course, you
wouldn't dream of staying away from any social function, and you just
beg for the honor of being on the clean-up committee after a dance. As
for academic matters, you give credit where credit is due, and don't be-
grudge your friend a higher mark than you.
Is it not almost disconcertingly likely that the way we act up here
vill strongly influence the direction our characters will take when we are
)ut of college? A degree is not going to work a miracle and make us over.
Why not see to it that right now we free ourselves from the childish habits
)f small-mindedness, petty jealousies, silly quarrels, and unfair growling
In our life up here we have a mixture of duties and pleasures in con-
lection with lessons and teacher-training, athletics, and social activities,
^et us try to take the bitter with the sweet and be what we think we are,
>ut usually aren't, broadminded.
Catheriyie Shea '37
ADDRESS TO THE UPPERCLASSMEN
The advice to the underclassmen I'm sure is gratefully received.
But may I remind you that the misunderstood sophomores are no longer
underclassmen? We are about to enter the sacred realm of the upper-
classmen. Even the freshmen's rank has been moved up a peg. In short,
we are not so insignificant as we were in September. Only by the light of
your guiding lantern, dear upperclassmen, has our path been pointed out
to us. Had it not been for these shining examples would the sophomores
know exactly how clean the city keeps the nooks and crannies of the post-
office steps? Would the freshmen know exactly how many inches long
Main Street is? By the way, "Little things affect little minds." Perhaps
Disraeli should have added a P. S. saying that this excludes upperclassmen.
This would help us a great deal next year.
Yes, upperclassmen, the path of life at college is "life as life". You
know, - just one happy song. But you optimistic lassies with your degrees
within a stone's throw forget the ruts in this royal road to learning. Why
bother with pessimistic ideas on a festive occasion like this? As you have
said, life is no longer compared tritely to the well-known journey, that
struggle, that climb, but there are still roads to be traveled. Modern traf-
fic is confused and confusing, and we of tne well known younger genera-
tion are learning to drive safely and skillfully. We do not carry a torch,
but we are at tht, wheel, whether it be in a Model T or Rolls-Royce.
Betty Neyland '38
Oh Alma Mater, grand and dear,
We'll soon leave your halls.
We've spent happy hours here
And now as we pause,
Fond mem'ries come drifting
Like clouds thru the sky,
Conquests, dreams, and ambitions
And joys gone by.
Farewell, dear Alma Mater,
Our glad voices sing.
With praises unending
These cherished halls ring;
And, as we pass onward,
These joy-tinted days
Will not lessen our feeling
Tho rosy the way.
Ave Salve Vale!
Hail, salutations, farewell ! What a world of meaning can be read
into this brief phrase. In these three short Latin words a whole lifetime
could be summed up. Ave, Salve, Vale! If a person who was nearing the
close of life should utter them, the emotion expressed in his voice might
tell us the story of his life, of its heights and depths, its possible growth
out of a fruitless, drab existence into a vital life, a life more rich, more
abundant because of those heights and depths. We are still young, but
surely in this same way the three years of college student's life might be
elucidated by an interpretation of the words "Hail-salutations-farewell !"
For the junior class these words have a special significance. They
have not merely been said by us ; they have been lived vitally by us, in the
sense that they express how we have felt during these past three years.
We entered this college, and in so doing entered upon a new type of
life. This was our Ave! At first, perhaps, the answer to our bright "Hail"
seemed just an echo, a reflection of our own thoughtlessly hopeful youth.
We expected a cheery Salve in response. Perhaps some of us heard just
the neutral echo, a sound devoid of significance, merely to be heard and
forgotten ; but most of us heard a sober note hinting of the struggles and
difficulties to come. In it were undertones of disappointment as well as
over-tones of hope and promise. We sensed a challenge and were unwill-
ing to be happy on a minor note, to avoid the struggle, to miss the possible
triumph of the full diapason of success.
As we progressed in knowledge and education we knew the meaning
of that Salve. It was the greeting of the present— the echo of the past—
a greeting to the joys and sorrows, the mistakes and achievements of our
We are all individuals. Our pasts have been different, our futures
undoubtedly will be divergent ones, yet our presents are comparably sim-
ilar. We came together from widely dissimilar communities and families,
with varying educational background, but we all came for a common pur-
pose, the securing of an education so that we in turn might transmit that
education to others. In obtaining that goal we have shared for three years
a wide variety of experiences which, although we have kept through them
all the mould of our own individualities, have served as a mortar cementing
As graduation time draws near, that murmur of Salve seems to have
risen to a peal of joy, joy in attaining a portion of our goal, joy because
it is good to be young and to be the center of attention, joy in the praise of
our parents and friends who are concerned with our progress.
And mixed with that emotion is another one, harder to define, yet
deeply felt. It seems to be an intermingling of curiosity and expectancy,
of doubt and hope as to what the future holds.
Indeed we hear another salutation, Vale, which is not merely a fare-
well to the past, but hail to the future; for most of us to another year of
college, to real attainment, to another year of life which will bring work
and play, laughter and sorrow. Today is not a day for unhappiness. We
graduate tomorrow — yes — but it is not the end of college. It is a spur
rather to greater effort in the future.
To us, then, the word Vale does not mean an irrevocable farewell,
for in the coming year there will begin again the cycle of Ave, Salve, Vale.
It will mean that again we shall meet new experiences. We shall discard
them, or absorb and incorporate them, and go on living more fully, saying
in our own way what Tennyson has so beautifully expressed :
"I am a part of all that I have met
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move."
Dorm Chonard '37
Let me tell you about John. He is a garage man, a mechanic. An
ordinary man who fixes cars? Oh, no, not John. He is a genial German,
generous in size and generous of heart, with a special gift for making
friends. A few weeks ago I was grumbling to John about all the work we
had to do up here, about the late hours we had to keep in preparing lessons
for the training school, about the heartlessness of the teachers and about
exams coming on.
"But you always go back," said John. "If it's as bad as you say,
why do you like it so well?"
If that question were put to anyone of the students here, each heart
would hold the same answer to the question of why we are content here.
That which was said to be the secret of Charles Kingsley's life is the
secret of our happiness. When asked by Mrs. Browning what it was that
made his life beautiful, Kingsley replied, "I had a friend." There is noth-
ing in life like friendship. It makes us strive for the best. It makes life
beautiful and really worth living.
At no time can a girl afford to be without a friend, especially when
she is away at school. Each year she will have laughter and loveliness to
share, and each year she will have tears to be dried, and so through cloud
and sunshine she will be glad of someone to go hand in hand with during
those four brief years.
Several years ago a prize was offered for the best definition of a
friend. The one which received the award was "A friend is the person
who comes in when every other person has gone out". It is only a friend
who can penetrate the inmost feelings of a heart with her silent sympathy.
The heartbreaks of youth can be understood only by a mother or by
youth, and if mother is not there, it is all-important to have a friend near
Sometimes it's academic troubles, grades, deficiencies, perhaps a
carefully planned lesson that is a failure in the training school. Again it
may be personal relationships, when we have been hurt by, or hurt those
with whom we work and play. These are the times when we are glad of
that friend to whom we can open the locked doors of our hearts and re-
ceive comfort for that soul aching and lonely.
Not all people come to friendships in the same way. My earliest
recollection of a friend, outside of my family, is of Marj. I think I was in
the third grade in a new school. Marj had on a green dress. She sat in the
middle row in about the fifth seat. I was alone. I had forgotten my lunch,
and Marj shared hers with me. Today with a little child's prayer on lips
I say, "Thank you, God, for making me forget my lunch, and giving me
Marj." If you search into the past, memories of your friends-in-need will
surge into your hearts.
As we think back through these four years we can bring to mind the
first acquaintances made here. Each will recall the Freshman Reception,
when half timid advances were made to gain new acquaintances, the old
study hall and its occupants, the dorm and its girls, the lunch room and
those with whom we shared meals, Greylock hikes and the intimacies made
then, basket ball games, plays and fellow-Thespians, picnic days and the
pals we went swimming with. Each time we came together was an event
because it meant a chance for deepened friendship.
Samuel Johnson once said, "If a man does not make acquaintances
as he advances through life, he will soon find himself alone. A man should
keep his friendships in constant repair."
John, my friend the mechanic, must know the parts of an automobile
and how these parts fit into the scheme of things in order to do a good re-
pair job. We, too, must know the cogs in friendship in order to keep it in
constant running condition, ready to go out and climb the high roads.
Our neighbor in Amherst whom we know as David Grayson remarks
that "capacity for friendship increases. When a person's heart really
opens to a friend, he finds there is room for two, and when he takes in the
second, behold the skies lift and the earth grows wider and he finds there
is room for two more".
Our hearts have opened and our chain of friends is increasing. We
relinquish the joy of our associations in this college with the hope that
these friendships which have taken root here will in some measure be like
this ivy. They are not mushroom plants which grow over night and
shrivel and decay. Their growth is slow, but each spring when April
comes round, you may be sure that there are new leaves sent out from the
original plant to catch the sun. And, if in this long ascent the groping
tendrils find some flaws in the wall, they will gently cover over rough and
smooth alike and cling to it more tenderly.
Winifred K. Smith '37
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The stars in the luminous heavens,
The moon so ethereal and white,
Nature revealing her glory
Of sea-breadth and mountain height ;
Poplar trees, tall and slender,
Willows, weeping and sad,
The sunset aglow in the twilight
Uplift our hearts and make glad.
The ivy, too, bears its message,
That tiny and humble vine;
It symbolizes our feelings,
Our faithfulness, staunch and fine.
Though equally strong in courage.
We start from beginnings small,
But the greatness of all nature
Is reflected in us all.
Ivy that brings us a message
Each year at Commencement time,
You may be our inspiration
As ever you upward climb.
We hold fast to thee. Alma Mater,
We too have a goal sublime;
Your aim is our aspiration
To attain in the fulness of time.
With fidelity and with friendship
Tenacious in every heart,
We go out from our Alma Mater
Regretful that we must part.
However the years may divide us,
The ivy that we plant here
Shall remain forever to bind us
To our Alma Mater dear.
Rita Mead '37
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SEN ICC CLAJX
President Alma Benedetti
Vice-president Rovvena Pittsinger
Secretary Heien Stokey
Treasurer Evelyn Lucy
President Betty Neyland
Vice-president Mildred Boyd
Secretary Charlotte van Dam
Treasurer Margaret La Fontaine
As graduates of high school we felt proud of ourselves and confident in our own
powers. But when we entered college, we discovered that our knowledge was negligi-
ble and our inexperience vast. The new life that lay before us was to prove to be thrill-
ing and impressive.
The solemnity and mystery of those first days were lightened by our Big Sisters.
Then they showed us how fine Big Sisters could be, but as we became more sure of
ourselves, they asserted the prerogatives of sophomores and firmly but quietly made
it evident that we were freshmen. On the occasion of the two social events of the year
entrusted to the freshmen, the Hallowe'en Party and the Freshman Reception, we put
forth every effort to prove that we were worthy to take our place in the life of our
college. After our class election, we were given one vote in the legislative body of the
school, the Student Council. Thus our first year ended, and in every heart there
glowed a warm love for our new mother.
Since that first year our affection and loyalty have steadily increased. As
sophomores we took a more active part in school activities. It was our turn to play
the role of Big Sisters, and we warmly and wholeheartedly welcomed our Little
Sisters to college, hoping that the year before them would be as happy as ours had been.
As juniors we began to feel the real significance of what might be implied in the
term teacher. Our weeks in the training school were profitable ones, and happy in spite
of being disconcertingly enlightening. During this year it was that the president and
friend who had welcomed us to college was taken from us. But we wei'e soon to wel-
come an old friend as the new leader of our school - President Bowman.
These three years have been short, full years. They leave memories that will
never dim: memories of friendships, parties, outings, intimacies. Next year may we
prove to be seniors worthy of the name of true daughters of S. T. C.
Margaret Lanoitr '38
President Virginia Belanger
Vice-pi - e:ident Dorothy Whitcombe
Secretary Rita Conway
Treasurer Helen Donnis
Hear ye! Hear ye! The second act of that great play "Class of '39" is just
coming on the air. Act one ended on a happy note— new contacts, new friends,
greater aspirations— a successful year!
Vacation was pleasant, but returning to school was even better. As sophomores
we had the privilege of opening the 1936-37 social season with our hop. Did you go?
It was fun! We felt rather proud of our efforts. After our fling we settled down to
a steadier pace. In fact, although we try to keep it secret, the sophomores studied.
Be that as it may, Christmas came along. Several of us were in the Christmas play
and all of us took willing parts in the Christmas-New Year holiday.
The second semester started slowly. Routine once more claimed us but— we found a
Cause— a trip to Boston. To this end, we devoted our spare time, first to a dance, and
then to a bridge-whist. Both were worth our efforts. At present the fleeting moments
are rushing by fast enough to keep our heads in, shall we say, a constant motion, mostly
circular. But with a little luck, a fair amount of work, and a great deal of worry,
we hope to enter successfully our junior year.
V. B., 'J8
President Barbara Goodwin
Vice-president Shirley Rudnick
Secretary Elaine McCormick
Treasurer Marie Piei'ce
With an eager gleam in our eyes and an almost imperceptible trembling in the
region of our knees, we, the freshmen, on a memorable day last September, presented
ourselves to be noted coldly and casually as members of this institution.
Before we had wandered long through the corridors, knowing none and unknown
to all, our ever-thoughtful Big Sisters took us under a protecting wing and formally
introduced us to the dictators of classroom and campus, the teachers and upperclassmen,
at the Freshman Reception.
Of course the sophomores, delighting in their transformation from the squelched
to the squelchers, immediately started their hazing by presenting us with brilliant or-
ange hair-ribbons and an obnoxious set of rules. Those perky bows, however, instead of
imparting a feeling of insignificance, served only to emphasize the pep and individuality
characteristic of the class, while the rulings became the cause of many a struggle in
which the freshies always held their own.
Then came our chance to show our capacities to the fun-loving members of the
school. Black cats and witches, corn-stalks and dragons were the signals for starting
the fun which extended through a hilarious evening.
Early in our career we saw the need for better organization, so straightway set
about electing a very efficient group of officers. (They needed to be efficient!)
Suddenly we found ourselves plunged into a season of social events tempered by
studies. Every club, every dance, every party had its freshmen. All the foolish esca-
pades, startling reforms, and some of the worthwhile work could be traced to our enter-
The spring brought with it the climax of our social attempts. For the freshman
dance College Hall was transformed into a fairyland by deft fingers and brains. Cynical
upperclassmen approached with supercilious attitudes, and, after a gala evening, left
with admiration in their eyes.
So closes a year packed full of all college can offer. We've come to treasure the
traditions of the school, the guidance of the teachers, and the friendships of the students,
and we only hope that in this vei'y brief time we've added something memorable, some-
thing of value.
Dorothy Stead '1,0
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Rita Mead '37
Catherine Shea '37
Mildred Boyd '38 Virginia Belanger '39
Margaret Lanoue '38 Doris DuPont '39
Florence Peltier '38 Jane Livermore '40
Dorothy Stead '40
Charlotte van Dam "38
Shirley Champlin '38
Winifred Smith '37
Helen Donnis '39
Miss Mary Underhi'.l
The Dramatic Club
President Doris Chonai'd '37
Vice-president Shirley Champlin ':J8
Secretary Ruth Dennison '38
Treasurer Marjorie Bower '39
The main achievement of the Drama Club this year has been the presentation
of a three act play of Noel Coward's, "I'll Leave It To You." The play was a success
dramatically, we hope, and financially, we know. When Kathcrine Cornell decides at
what date she will open in Boston, we hope to decide to go see her play in Candida.
And when spring condescends to arrive, we shall go on a picnic. We couldn't enjoy
it more than we did the Drama Club dinner, given on the occasion of the admission of
the freshman members. Much of the talent displayed on that occasion must forever
go unrecognized. Miss Underhill, our advisor, has asked as to say that she knows how
super-insistent she has been in her pleas that we attend the best movies and read the
plays we cannot go to see. To her question, "Wasn't it worth it?" we answer,
W. A. A.
Head of Sports
Doris Bourdeau '37
Charlotte van Dam '38
Louise Long '39
Mildred Boyd '38
Helen Donnis '39
The freshmen, informally introduced to our sports program by an invitation to
a corn roast early in the fall, showed us immediately that they were eager and rarin'
to go. In fact they were so anxious to make an impression that they even gathered
wood with alacrity. It was not quite so lively a group, however, which, somewhat weak
in the knees from climbing, viewed the immortal hills from the Greylock Beacon on
our annual mountain day. Throughout the winter, the freshmen, influenced by the
spontaneity of the three upper classes, continued to hold their own in all sports, being
especially adept in basketball.
With the arrival of snow, plans for a winter carnival were formulated. Although
old King Snow failed us, the affair wasn't too much like Hamlet with Hamlet left out,
for our fifty guests from our sister colleges helped us to make things lively.
In March, in order that our social life should not be neglected, we sponsored a
dance, and our members stepped to the syncopated rhythm of Harry Hart's orchestra.
In May we offered congratulations to the sophomores for putting over such a pleasant
Play Day in spite of the sun's failure to assist. And shall you ever forget how per-
fectly grand Tiny looked as she was ushered to the throne on May Day? We all felt
as if we were really ladies-in-waitinu' at the queen's court.
Yes, it has been a busy year, packed full of all sorts of exciting events. Every-
one has tried her best to live up to the motto, "A sport for every girl and a girl for
The Student Council
President Winifred K. Smith
Secretary-Treasurer Margaret Lanoue
The Student Council has tried to fulfill the objectives of its constitution; that is,
to formulate and enforce regulations for student conduct, and to further the general
interests of the student body.
We were happy to welcome President Bowman to our school and to have him
present at many of our meetings. We pledged him the support of the entire student
body and tried to assist him in every way possible in his new responsibilities. We were
also glad to welcome Miss Weston as our woman faculty advisor.
Under the leadership of the Council, a new ring was designed and was adopted
as the standard school ring.
This year we thought that it would be a worthwhile activity for some of our
members to attend the New York Conference. From the reports of the two delegates,
it certainly proved to be a most valuable experience.
The Glee Club
President Helen Gravelle '38
Vice-president Louise Long '39
Secretary-Treasurer Mary Kidney '39
Librarian Dorothy Stead '40
With Miss Lillian Boyden as its able director the Glee Club has enjoyed a full
and enriching year. The height of its season's activities was reached on February
twelfth at the concert to which the public was invited. A guest soloist, a double piano
feature, a specially trained group of voices and choral speaking were presented, in
addition to regular Glee Club numbers.
On May fourteenth the club sponsored a concert given by Miss Agnes Deep in
the College Hall. The Glee Club has also provided music for various college enter-
tainments and exercises throughout the year, not the least of which was singing before
the dignitaries of the state at the installation of our new president, Grover C. Bowman.
The first week in June the members enjoyed a picnic.
We of the Glee Club have had such pleasure in our activities of the year that
we look forward with anticipation to 1937-38.
Mary Kidney '39
Members of the String Ensemble
Eleanor Wheeler '40
Miss Beth Weston
Margaret La Fontaine '38
Ruth Dennison '38
Louise Long 1 '39
Irma Klammer '39
Miss Lillian Boyden, Director
j> ■'/(■ fort tj-tlu <<
To write, or not to write - - that is the question; and what to write - - aye, there's
the rub. Wait! I have an idea - - but it's gone. An untimely interruption in the
shape of a West Highland terrier snuffs out the candle of genius and my mind is a
blank. Just at present the aforementioned canine is audibly languishing his little
heart out because of his inability to reach some brother doggies whom he hears outside.
By dint of a little stretching, his paws just about reach to the window ledge and he
pillows his head on the sill and emits agonized yelps and groans from the very depths
of his doggish soul.
I really believe he occupies an important position on the staff of the Dogtown
Evening Gazette, so much of his time does he spend in gazing out of the window when
he isn't poking his inquisitive little nose into anything and everything which doesn't
A short time ago he developed an amazing fondness for cheese. It happened that
in the course of his wanderings he came upon a mouse trap set and baited with a
luscious morsel. Led on by the tantalizing odor of the delicacy, he proceeded to in-
vestigate the trap. It was a whiskerless and badly frightened puppy who bolted up-
stairs a second later and took refuge under his mistress' bed, from which place of
safety he emerged later that afternoon a chastened and a wiser dog. Next day, so I
am told, appeared in the daily publication of Dogtown an article warning all dogs who
value their whiskers to beware of the delicious but alas! decidedly dangerous delicacy
known as cheese. The article was signed "One Who Knows."
But here comes Ruff, my big black setter, and with his advent all my hopes of
peaceful concentration are dispelled. Ruff is the proud owner of two long, shaggy ears
which are ever bones of contention between the two dogs. It may be that Granger is
of the opinion that long, black ears would enhance his particular style of beauty or
that the setter's ears were made expressly for his amusement. At any rate, he never
fails to avail himself of an opportunity to pull them. And usually Ruff humors him
good-naturedly. Occasionally, however, the big dog seems to have weightier matters
at hand, and at these times he gently but firmly puts Granger on the floor and stalks
off in stately dignity. But Granger, nothing daunted, tags along behind him, pulling
at his hind legs and utterly spoiling the effect of Ruff's exit. So he frolics through life,
now in, now out of all sorts of scrapes, romping his way into the hearts of the stoniest
dog haters and gladdening them with his winsome ways. Oh, for the life of a dog,
where science facts and English themes can hold no horrors!
Rita Mead '37
Yes, the old farm has been sold. That simple sentence holds -i world of meaning
for me. My earliest recollections are of happy summer days at my grandfather's farm.
In fact, part of every summer of my life has been spent there. Thinking about these
unforgettable good times and knowing that they represent a closed chapter in my life
(closed by the sale of the farm) makes me feel old. Old at seven teen sounds laughable,
doesn't it? But my tenderest memories center about the old farmhouse and red barn.
It can remember how even when I was very small, I was always anxious for summer to
come so that we could go back there. We had such fun haying, berrying, and playing
out-of-door games, or hiking to the nearby lake for swimming and boating, but the
rainy days at the farm were best of all. We made the rafters ring with our shouts as
we jumped in the hay, each daring jumper trying to out do the other. Speaking of
daring brings to my mind the day our whole "tribe of kids" (as we called ourselves)
walked the ridge pole of the barn! When we were tired of games and jumping, the hay
loft with its cushiony, dusty sweet hay made a perfect spot for story telling.
Nothing very thrilling or exciting, you say. No, but those bright summer days
form a golden chain of memories and the rainy days seem like tiny gems here and there
in the chain. Yes, the old farm is gone, but the memories are mine to keep always.
Beth Lane '£0
AFTER THE DANCE
Good night! Good n-i-ight! Voices waft back through the calm stillness, merry
laughter fades away in the distance, and suddenly I find myself in the dim solitude of
my own room.
All the glamour of the dance seems unreal, a dream of the long ago. Vaguely I re-
call a myriad of bright lights, the awe-inspiring straightness of the receiving line,
and shining floors reflecting white shirt-fronts and colors from the gayest reds to the
most delicate pastels. Above it all comes the strains of a dreamy waltz broken sud-
denly by a bit of syncopation. Music rules every movement, every word, every thought.
Bits of conversation, intricate steps, whirling, dipping, laughing, joking — on with the
The chiming of a clock brings me back with a jerk to cold reality. The vision
grows dimmer and dimmer, and the chintz curtains, once so admired and now so drab,
become more and more real. I catch a fleeting glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Startled, I pause. To whom belong the sparkling eyes, the rosy flush of excitement and
the light, tapping feet? This gown, bright as the plumage of imaginary birds, this
faint recollection of dancing on and on, — these can't be mine.
Puzzled, I slide into my comfortable, yet somehow distasteful, bed. A feeling of
let-down, one of slight disappointment and longing, invades my senses, only to be soon
replaced with the dream. Gliding, laughing, turning, chattering — on with the dance!
Do rot In/ Stead, 'J t
PURELY PERSONAL PIFFLE
Some of the items in the last issue caused minor furors. I await the results of
these few gentle remarks.
It seems a shame that some of the best dancers at a recent charity ball didn't
return after intermission. It couldn't be that they didn't like the music. What then?
Some requests have been made that one of our very talented young ladies compose
a new song entitled "Rhapsody in Brown". No doubt she could do it. There's nothing
like love to bring out the genius in a person.
Congratulations to the lucky chap who has won the hand of one of our freshmen.
Don't forget, Mrs. Bride-to-be, I have an invitation to your cabin in Maine!
Here's news! At last the dorm will have more comfortable furniture. Can't you
imagine sitting on a comfortable davenport before our fireplace? Well, there's no harm
The mailman didn't tell me, but then he didn't have to. Every day he leaves a
letter written in a beautiful masculine hand for a senior girl.
Some of our couples at dances are going Greta Garbo on us. It seems "they
want to be alone."
Fashion in some centers dictates zippers to be worn on almost every garment.
New swing skirts have them; pockets are made bright by them; everyone wants them.
Everyone but a member of the Drama Club play.
Now that full skirts are back, we'll all be looking around for escorts who can swing
us to the graceful Strauss waltz. Right at present I can think of one in particular
who would find favor in the eyes of one senior young lady.
This strikes me as being a very good description. Life is like a huge wheel and
we are like insects flying against it, giving it a push and then falling off to the ground.
W. K. Smith '37
The Higher Learning In America - - Robert Maynard Hutchins
This book is one which should challenge us if for no other reason than the fact that
we are representatives of the profession which President Hutchins attacks. The HigJier
Learning in America is an educator's answer to the question, What is the matter with
American education? Mr. Hutchins knows what the matter is with American univer-
sities and he knows what to do about it. Throughout the four chapters of his book,
he hurls merciless criticisms at our educational system and hands the public at large
as well as the educational world a rebellious book of revolutionary theory.
Mr. Hutchins asserts that our higher education suffers from chaos due to a love of
money, a misconception of democracy, and an erroneous idea of progress. The emphasis
of education has shifted from learning how to think to learning how to adjust one's self
to an industrial society. The pursuit of truth is the aim which Professor Hutchins urges
in the higher learning, for he believes that "real education is the cultivation of the
Mr. Hutchins conceives a reformation by complete separation of general and liberal
education from professional and technical education. The completeness of the separa-
tion set us is indicated by such passages as: "I concede the probable necessity in some
fields of practical training which the young man or woman should have befoi'e being
permitted to engage in the independent practice of a profession. Since by definition
this training cannot be intellectual and since by definition a university must be intel-
lectual, this type of specific training for specific jobs cannot be conducted as part of
the university's work." He suggests that technical and research institutes be created
in connection with the university for students who wish practical training after com-
pleting their general higher educational courses.
This book represents a swing away from the practical and material toward the
intellectual. Mr. Hutchins asks no more than that we think about the matter, and,
if we agree, that we organize a few universities on the basis he suggests. As a mem-
ber of the teaching profession, why not read this book and formulate your own opinion
on the matter?
Rita Mead '37
WHY HAPPY ENDINGSP
Of late the movies have been grafting happy endings to moving pictures which
definitely should not have them. Why is it so? A few years ago the great American
public revolted against the trivial type of film that was being presented, and, as a con-
sequence, we are seeing moving pictures of higher standards. .
Shall we get true conceptions in our films only by another strong and insistent pro-
test, or is it that the movie-goers as a whole really want their entertainment to end
pleasantly? If it is true that the movie public in America stubbornly refuses to give up
its idealism and become realistic to a certain extent, one might expect to see portrayed
on the screen in the future plays like the goody-goody stories of our childhood wherein
every villain is punished and every upstanding character amply rewarded.
Doesn't it really rankle your soul to see a movie which ought, if it is depicted with
fidelity to life and to the story from which it is adapted, to end unfavorably (for some),
come triumphantly forth with a joyful finish? I hope that some day the taste of the
movie-goer will reach a higher level, that he will demand reality in pictures and will
scorn those with silly, "ideal" happy endings. I don't mean that we should determinedly
stamp out all our idealism. That would be impossible and even tragic. But we should
try to see things with a little more realism, at least up to the point of understanding
when the motion picture industry is insulting our intelligence. Trying to make us swal-
low stuff that even children recognize and pass by as no good is undoubtedly just that,
— insulting our intelligence.
Mary T. Kidney '39
MEMORIES OF OUR WINTER CARNIVAL
"Tramp, tramp, tramp - the girls are marching " Marching where? Why,
don't you remember? Marching home from the winter carnival. It was a good day for
hitch-hiking though. By hook or crook (or was it some other method) we all got home
in time for a huge dinner.
Who doesn't believes in jinxes? Didn't Miss Weston break her ankle; didn't the
weather man fail us? What about the truck that never got there, and what about
Shall we ever forget the compliments about the Berkshire scenery, and the remarks
about the "clear mountain air" in North Adams? The soft coal didn't matter to them.
Some of the girls were so thrilled with everything that they got up at the unheard of
hour of six to go for a hike before breakfast.
The girls from Lowell were so talented that they composed songs on the spur of
the moment. Remember how they sang in the dining room? Nothing rowdyish about
their singing. Dorm girls ought to take note.
More than one girl came away from the lecture by James Parker highly enthu-
siastic over skiing, but no one has had a chance to improve her technique so far this
Thanks again to the girl scouts of Williamstown for the use of their cabin.
Wouldn't it be ideal if we could have a cabin off in the hills. Why not?
Ann Berte '37
LITTLE GIRL BLUE
The new Christmas skis are covered with dust
But sturdy and stanch they stand.
And the tubular skates are brown with rust,
And their straps are as crumbly as sand.
Time was when the feathery snow fell fast,
And the skiing was passing fair,
But the Christmas time brought no icy blast-
No wint'ry strife or care.
"Now don't you go till I come," I said
As gently I put them down.
And skipping off to my downy bed,
I dreamt of a snow-covered town.
And as 1 was dreaming an angel song
Came drifting, and made me blue.
I now I know that the dream was wrong,
But the new Christmas skiis are true.
Aye, faithful to winter and cold they stand,
Each in the same old place.
Awaiting the grip of an icy hand,
The smile of a happy face.
And they wonder as waiting these long weeks through.
In the dust of the attic stair,
What has become of the ice and snow
Since I carefully put them there.
Botha Ray '38
(per E. F.)
Music is vain except it soothe the soul ;
Beauty is lost except it stir the heart;
Sound exists not unless it's heard and felt.
Out of confusion
Out of the choas
Dawns a faint ray of light —
A way out.
No matter how dark
No matter how hopeless
Time brings solution —
A way out.
Out of unhappiness
Out of disaster
Come new pathways —
A way out.
Such fun it is to write
Of this and that;
T<> see the marks scratched on fresh white paper-
Marks that run on and on.
Suddenly to break in upon one's mind
In startling freshness.
What has been written?
Each reader thinks he knows.
If I can trust myself
To do what I would praise in others,
To stay far from dishonor and deceit,
To face the front and keep from turning backwards,
And never boast myself by others fall.
If I can trust myself - -
Then, I am satisfied.
Dorothy Stead '1,0
I entered the magic garden
The gate slowly closed behind me.
As I looked ahead,
I could see silver and gold trees ;
Jeweled fruit hung from their branches;
Further along, a slim mermaid spouted water, —
Cool water, bitter water.
It stung me into consciousness.
I left the magic garden
The gate slowly closed behind me.
V. B. '39
The snow is falling:
It started silently,
Each flake fell slowly, - -
But now it covers the ground.
A war has started :
It came screaming out of the night,
Each moment is fiercer,
And now it covers the earth.
I like the snow.
V. Belanger '39
The milky mist of morning
Is rising from the sea;
The cool and quiet waters
Are beckoning to me.
I'm free a while to wander
Through weed and shell and sand ;
The water soon will leave me - -
I'm tied fast to the land.
The sun is rising quickly,
It's springing to the sky;
It binds my mind to labor
So back to work go I.
A-layin' in the corner
A-wonderin' what to do
A-lookin' at my home work
And feelin' Oh! so blue.
A-thinkin' of vacations,
Of days and weeks sped by
A-wonderin' if the homework
Can be finished if I try.
A-listenin' to the merry shouts
Of friends, so light and gay,
Then, a-doin' a little homework
Just to end the weary day.
Dorothy Stead '40
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